“Yes. Iron coated in pure silver. Same as the pugionis blades.”
Antonius went and drew a pugio from its sheath to reveal a gleaming blade.
“I could buy my wife a farm with what’s in that one bag,” Saguntus whispered to Calgacus, nodding at the bag of arrowheads.
“Those are not for buying farms or trading,” Gaius turned. “They’re for killing.”
“Well, don’t just stand there all stupid,” Vulcan’s Bastard blurted. “Try your kit on and test the weapons. That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it?”
“Each of you grab a set and test the fit,” Gaius ordered. “Our smith will make any adjustments.”
Each man moved to a set of clothing and armour and began to try things on. Gaius had approximated sizes for the smith but still, some adjustments were needed.
“What’ll I do without my lucky red cloak now?
